Turned by Mark

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Get your god dammed dirty hands off of me” I scream as I struggle under his stone like grip. I hear him snort most likely possessing a smirk on his face.

“Stop fighting, you’ll never escape” he taunts in my ear, although in a matter of seconds I find an opening. I plunge my elbow hard into his stomach and I’m not quite sure who it hurt most, I spun around a good five metres away from him, but from here I could finally see him.

 Just the one glance at his face brought a wave of emotion over me. He looked at least thirty centimetres taller, muscles popped up everywhere making him look broad and dangerous, his hair was the same brown although a little longer. His eyes in the lighting of the dark alleyway looked black, all together his shape looked haunty and conspicuous, ready to pounce on anything that neared him, with his form and a good stance he could probably take down a herd of bulls on his own if he had too.

Realising what I was doing I looked back up at his face. He was smiling but I sure as hell wasn’t, my face was stone hard trying to hide my vulnerable emotions that wanted to burst out and fill the midnight air.

“What do you want with me?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you?” He asked in a fake tone. “Well at least there nice to you they didn’t even let me say my goodbye’s before I…” He stopped his gaze wandering around the alleyway as he took a few steps towards me, his gaze trailed back to me when he said the last word “Died”.

A gasp left my lips, there’s no such thing as the living dead though, I thought as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Flipping through every piece of information in my brain, nothing came up. I looked back up to Jonathon.

“Want me to tell you what you are, what I am?” I didn’t answer. He shrugged “Well I have to do it anyway.”

He backs away from me still smirking. “We’re anything” he pauses “Anything inhumanely possible, we can turn ourselves invisible” he clicks his fingers and disappears; I franticly look around for him but see nothing at all. I gasp as he reappears again only inches from my face. He looks into my eyes and smiles showing all his pearly whites. I look down to them and notice tiny fangs where his pointer teeth should be, my eyes widen as they extend further. “We have fangs that grow with the scent of blood, we do not need it to survive but if we don’t we go insane from the thirst” he backs away noticing the fear in my eyes. “We are fast, we are strong, we can sense people’s feelings, we can hear and see anything from one kilometre away. We are from a world in which royals rule your connection to the mark on you has grown strong that’s why we decided to turn you know that you are closer”

“We?” I ask.

“Yes, I am part of the turning council” he says, confusion washes over my face, “There are different councils for different things, we’ve been watching you carefully and we think your ready”

“Ready for what?” I ask fear rushing through me.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, then like that he was gone I swiftly turned around looking waiting for him to pop up I knew he just went invisible otherwise I would have felt I gush of wind pass me.

“C’mon, Stop playing tricks with me, be a man and tell me” I say pushing my fear under.

I franticly looked around constantly turning trying to get a better view of everything.

“Oh you don’t tell, Annie” I heard him say to my right I turned swiftly to that position but no one was there. “You show” he whispers in my right ear his breath cold against my warm blooded skin. We were so physically close but mentally there was a rift between our friendship. My vision started to blur as pain inflicted in my right collarbone. I screamed as needle like masses dug into my skin, I slumped to the ground with just enough effort to roll my eye’s over to see my thick red blood boil out of the wound Jonathan had just made…